“No,” I hissed. I struggled in his grasp.

It’d been too long since I’d had sex. I’d hardly even touched myself in that time, not wanting to crave something I believed I could never have.

“Don’t make me come so yet,” I begged. “I… It’s been too long.”

Of course not, my beautiful one, Drazan groaned, releasing my clit. The tentacles around my ankles, lower legs and knees tightened, and he began teasing at my core.

I was gasping, spluttering, when he pulled me in close, his arms settling around me to hold me against his chest.

He was so smooth, his flesh hot with desire, and I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders as his tentacles pinched and pulled at my nipples and his tentacles pulled my legs wider apart.

I felt it in a rush of heat when the first tentacle penetrated me. It pumped into me slowly, along with a gush of liquid that made me gasp from the sensation of warmth that spread through me.

Then he growled low in his throat as two, then three tentacles slid into me next to the first, stretching and filling me.

Receive my slick, Elle. It will allow your body to take more.

His tentacles pulsated, and I felt them expand inside me, forcing my inner walls apart.

I writhed in his grasp, the water churning around us as I desperately tried to get closer.

The monster laughed, his voice deep, low and rumbling.

But he didn’t stop. He pulled me closer, his arms around me and his tentacles moving in and out, in and out, in and out. The suckers pulsed against my walls, the pleasure building and building—

I closed my eyes, wanting to bury my face in his chest, but a tentacle had tangled my hair, forcing me to face him, the tip nudging at my mouth.

I’m so glad you want me, he trumpeted in my head, tentacles pressing deeper into me before retreating, only to slide back in. I have waited for you for so long, for a beautiful mate of my own, and I have received the most beautiful and brave woman.

His thoughts were an aphrodisiac, the mental caress arousing me just as much as the physical ones.

I could feel the longing and white-hot lust in my mind.

I want you to receive my slick, my beautiful one. It will make this easier on you, and we will give you a universe of pleasure.

God, I wanted it. I wanted to feel this way all the time—how had I gone so long in my life without feeling this? How had I missed out on such sensations without even realizing it?

I groaned, my throat tightening as I stared into his eyes. The tentacle nudged at my lips again, insistently.

I opened my mouth to him, sucking desperately, craving his slick, craving to feel his tentacles reaching further into my core.

The sweet-salty taste of him filled my mouth, and I moaned around the thickening tentacle in my mouth. His sucker popped against my tongue gently, and he sucked in a breath, a tentacle teasing my clit again.

I couldn’t have missed it because no human could have made me feel this way.

It was only here, in Deepwater Lodge, where I could feel such things.

Now I’m going to make you come, little mate, he whispered. I cannot wait to feel you tighten around me.

I was already on the verge, the pressure building to a crescendo. His tentacles pulsed again, and the suckers fluttered against my walls, the pleasure so great I couldn’t even contain my cries.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I whimpered, suckling the organ in my mouth as the three tentacles in my pussy pumped into me hard.

The tentacle in my mouth pulsed, his slick coating my tongue. I could feel his pleasure at my pleasure in his thoughts, as though it flowed over him, fueling his lust.

You are so tight and wet for me, my Elle, he groaned, and I felt his hips jerk towards me. His massive cock was crushed between us; it pulsated against my stomach.

When the sucker fluttered over my clit, clamping down and sucking, I lost myself.